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How to Be Good
Die Ärztin Katie hat alles, was sie sich wünschen kann: einen tollen Job, gesunde Kinder und einen erfolgreichen Mann. Super - auf den ersten Blick. Beim zweiten sieht's schon etwas anders aus. Und beim dritten stellt sie sich unweigerlich die Frage: Warum gibt es eigentlich für alles Gebrauchsanweisungen, nur nicht für das Leben?
305 pages, Paperback
First published May 31, 2001
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Nick Hornby
135 books10.1k followersNicholas Peter John Hornby is an English writer and lyricist. He is best known for his memoir Fever Pitch (1992) and novels High Fidelity and About a Boy, all of which were adapted into feature films. Hornby's work frequently touches upon music, sport, and the aimless and obsessive natures of his protagonists. His books have sold more than 5 million copies worldwide as of 2018. In a 2004 poll for the BBC, Hornby was named the 29th most influential person in British culture. He has received two Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay nominations for An Education (2009), and Brooklyn (2015).
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April 9, 2009
I think "How to be Good" certainly divided fans of Hornby who were used to his musical themes in High Fidelity and 31 Songs and his style in About a Boy. He was given a lot of criticism for writing the book from the perspective of a middle aged female but this did not bother me in the slightest. In fact I thought the book was witty and well written. I found myself identifying with Katie, despite her whiny repetitive moments. I loved her inner voice - I found things written on the page that I have never heard expressed before and believed only existed in the deepest recesses of peoples supressed innner life. I think Hornby is a master at capturing these secret inner lives we lead. The book was not predictable or trite or a simple comedy of manners and it dealt with a subject I have been very interested in, and have been reevaluating of late. So in short - I loved it.
June 7, 2023
London based doctor Katie Carr is kind of always pissed off with her politically Left leaning husband, David who is so angry with the world all the time; he even has a 'Mr Angry' column in the local newspaper. When David meets a faith healer DJ GoodNews (yup, that's his name!), Katie and their two children are not prepared for the huge impact a 'reborn' husband and father who want 'to do real good' will have on their lives.
Another modern Western world gem from Hornby but this time from a female perspective. What happens when you're the solo breadwinner, housekeeper and child-rearer, but you're husband 'sees the light' and gives away family possessions, houses the homeless and seeks to do real good, and suddenly despite you bearing all the weight of the family, he claims the moral high ground? What ensues is a darkly funny and at times spot-on albeit infuriating look at the self proclaimed liberal elite. Really enjoyed this tongue-in-cheek read, as much for the questions it asks of us all. 8 out of 12 Four Star read.
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Another modern Western world gem from Hornby but this time from a female perspective. What happens when you're the solo breadwinner, housekeeper and child-rearer, but you're husband 'sees the light' and gives away family possessions, houses the homeless and seeks to do real good, and suddenly despite you bearing all the weight of the family, he claims the moral high ground? What ensues is a darkly funny and at times spot-on albeit infuriating look at the self proclaimed liberal elite. Really enjoyed this tongue-in-cheek read, as much for the questions it asks of us all. 8 out of 12 Four Star read.
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June 9, 2007
To say I didn't get this book would be a profound understatement. Near as I can tell, it's about all the terrible, mundane ways life can grind you down, how hypocracy gets all of us in the end, and the way what was once beloved can turn into what you hate in the ones you used to love.
I found this book tremendously depressing. Also, it made me never want to get married or have kids. Ever.
I was tremendously disappointed in the ending as well, at the same time as I admired Hornby's technical skill. In general, I found the writing style to be too spare for my tastes, though it did add to the sensation of walking through a barren wasteland in search of color and contrast.
I found this book tremendously depressing. Also, it made me never want to get married or have kids. Ever.
I was tremendously disappointed in the ending as well, at the same time as I admired Hornby's technical skill. In general, I found the writing style to be too spare for my tastes, though it did add to the sensation of walking through a barren wasteland in search of color and contrast.
April 2, 2023
I started this in the morning and could not put it down. Finished in one day. A good use of a nice Sunday.
Nick Hornby is a favorite and after this experience I may go ahead and read all of his books, I’ve liked every book of his that I have read. I also like music and sports and his take on relationships is also something to behold.
Read the reviews on this and we can all decide that this has inspired strong emotions, many people love it and it seems an equal number of readers have rang it up with one and two stars. He’s got a lot going on.
While reading I thought of the Biblical quote from Matthew 19:21-22. “Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me. When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth.”
Hornby describes a family in London where a wife, mother and doctor is having some serious marital problems. She and her husband, kind of an underemployed angry crank, may be going through a divorce. She worries what this will do to their two young children and her internal monologues comprise most of the body of the text.
Then the husband meets a faith healer - DJ GoodNews - and all hell breaks loose. First of all, GoodNews heals the husband’s back problems as well as some other ailments. Husband actually tries to be a better person, making some real changes. Wife wonders if they can make the marriage work after all.
And that’s where the meat and potatoes are served up. GoodNews wants them to give away their possessions, give to charities, invite homeless people to come live with them, etc. Wife, who considers herself a “good person” and can talk the talk, is sorely tested with walking the walk. Hornby examines her real struggle, wanting to pay back to society, wanting to help the less fortunate, but also needing to provide for her own family. The children’s reactions to the changes are golden.
This is a post-modern work in that it does not follow a recognized template and the ending is … cumbersome. If you’re looking for a Lifetime movie with an all smiles happy ending, its not here, but Hornby has put together a modern morality play that asks some difficult but relevant questions and provides some delicious moments for us to consider.
Nick Hornby is a favorite and after this experience I may go ahead and read all of his books, I’ve liked every book of his that I have read. I also like music and sports and his take on relationships is also something to behold.
Read the reviews on this and we can all decide that this has inspired strong emotions, many people love it and it seems an equal number of readers have rang it up with one and two stars. He’s got a lot going on.
While reading I thought of the Biblical quote from Matthew 19:21-22. “Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me. When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth.”
Hornby describes a family in London where a wife, mother and doctor is having some serious marital problems. She and her husband, kind of an underemployed angry crank, may be going through a divorce. She worries what this will do to their two young children and her internal monologues comprise most of the body of the text.
Then the husband meets a faith healer - DJ GoodNews - and all hell breaks loose. First of all, GoodNews heals the husband’s back problems as well as some other ailments. Husband actually tries to be a better person, making some real changes. Wife wonders if they can make the marriage work after all.
And that’s where the meat and potatoes are served up. GoodNews wants them to give away their possessions, give to charities, invite homeless people to come live with them, etc. Wife, who considers herself a “good person” and can talk the talk, is sorely tested with walking the walk. Hornby examines her real struggle, wanting to pay back to society, wanting to help the less fortunate, but also needing to provide for her own family. The children’s reactions to the changes are golden.
This is a post-modern work in that it does not follow a recognized template and the ending is … cumbersome. If you’re looking for a Lifetime movie with an all smiles happy ending, its not here, but Hornby has put together a modern morality play that asks some difficult but relevant questions and provides some delicious moments for us to consider.
March 27, 2008
how to be good
As long time readers know (or maybe you don't) Maria and I read to each other. One of the joys of "naked Sunday" is the fact that we don't have to get up, spend the day wandering around the flat in our pyjamas (just 'cos it is called "naked Sunday" doesn't necessarily mean that we spend the day nekkid!), basically just slob about.
This Sunday we spent the whole morning (and a bit of the afternoon) in bed. We ate cereal, we drank cokes and we ate our way through a huge box of Runts. While we were doing this I read to Maria.
I love Nick Hornby. A lot of what he writes speaks to me directly. I can understand everything he goes through in "Fever Pitch" - hell, replace the word Arsenal for Sheffield United and it is probably my story. I know the characters in "High Fidelity", really know. But in this case I was reading "How to be Good".
I am a bleeding-heart, yoghurt-eating, tree-hugging, grauniad-reading liberal (I draw the line at sandal-wearing). The book is very funny, the book is very clever, the book points out all those little problems that we b-h, y-e, t-h, g-r liberals have to face. How in the 21st century do I come to terms with driving a car, owning property, earning more than the minimum wage when there are starving people in Africa? Well, the fact is I give the odd 50p (peso) to a homeless person, I phone in my credit card donation to Live Aid, some of my best friends are not white. The book asks the hard questions - what if you actually did become a fully-fledged b-h, y-e, t-h, g-r liberal - what if you actually took a homeless person in - what if you tried to solve all the big/global problems but in a small/personal way. Many of the ideas made me cringe - but in that way that "The Office" makes you cringe.
'Twas a jolly good read. Gotta lurve Nick Hornby.
As long time readers know (or maybe you don't) Maria and I read to each other. One of the joys of "naked Sunday" is the fact that we don't have to get up, spend the day wandering around the flat in our pyjamas (just 'cos it is called "naked Sunday" doesn't necessarily mean that we spend the day nekkid!), basically just slob about.
This Sunday we spent the whole morning (and a bit of the afternoon) in bed. We ate cereal, we drank cokes and we ate our way through a huge box of Runts. While we were doing this I read to Maria.
I love Nick Hornby. A lot of what he writes speaks to me directly. I can understand everything he goes through in "Fever Pitch" - hell, replace the word Arsenal for Sheffield United and it is probably my story. I know the characters in "High Fidelity", really know. But in this case I was reading "How to be Good".
I am a bleeding-heart, yoghurt-eating, tree-hugging, grauniad-reading liberal (I draw the line at sandal-wearing). The book is very funny, the book is very clever, the book points out all those little problems that we b-h, y-e, t-h, g-r liberals have to face. How in the 21st century do I come to terms with driving a car, owning property, earning more than the minimum wage when there are starving people in Africa? Well, the fact is I give the odd 50p (peso) to a homeless person, I phone in my credit card donation to Live Aid, some of my best friends are not white. The book asks the hard questions - what if you actually did become a fully-fledged b-h, y-e, t-h, g-r liberal - what if you actually took a homeless person in - what if you tried to solve all the big/global problems but in a small/personal way. Many of the ideas made me cringe - but in that way that "The Office" makes you cringe.
'Twas a jolly good read. Gotta lurve Nick Hornby.
August 20, 2015
As I started reading this I said to myself, “Jeff, maybe your first Hornby book probably should have been High Fidelity not this one.” The narrator’s a 40ish British woman who’s married to an angry guy and who has two kids and is currently having an affair, but you know brutal cynicism and snark transcend everything. It really does.
The questions is thus: If your spouse, suddenly goes from Mr./Mrs. Truculent, spewing venom everywhere, to someone who wants to do nothing but good deeds, do you:
1) Insist upon having their head examined (My choice)?
2) Do you remain on the sidelines and lob sarcasm and jaded remarks and try to undercut all the goodness (Her choice, my second choice)?
3) Do you become an official doer of good deeds(HA! Let’s face it, no one’s choice)?
Hornby’s a funny and insightful writer, but even I was turning away from the world weary voice of sardonicism by mid-way through the book. Too much of a good thing.
The questions is thus: If your spouse, suddenly goes from Mr./Mrs. Truculent, spewing venom everywhere, to someone who wants to do nothing but good deeds, do you:
1) Insist upon having their head examined (My choice)?
2) Do you remain on the sidelines and lob sarcasm and jaded remarks and try to undercut all the goodness (Her choice, my second choice)?
3) Do you become an official doer of good deeds(HA! Let’s face it, no one’s choice)?
Hornby’s a funny and insightful writer, but even I was turning away from the world weary voice of sardonicism by mid-way through the book. Too much of a good thing.
July 17, 2010
The last sentence of this book made me feel daft. I think I pretty much comprehended the majority of the book: the mild, slightly frantic despair that the main character feels over a marriage that is mutually dissatisfactory; the duplicitious and hypocritical nature of trying too hard to do good things when your own life is in shambles and you can't have fulfilling relationships with people that you actually know; the ambiguity that someone can feel when no option is without unacceptable costs.
In fact, I think the most interesting thing about the book is how Hornby illustrats the protagonist's focus on herself and her constant rationalization of her poor choices. She teeters on the edge of actually taking responsibility for her mistakes, but never quite realizes that her choices are what lead her to unhappiness. Rather, she blames her husband for her choices. Instead of making the real life changes that would come from taking responsibility and trying to fix things a bit by being less selfish, she eventually decides that finding some time for herself to read and listen to music may enable her to limp along for the next fifteen years in moderately acute displeasure and unhappiness.
I'm not saying that taking time for yourself to read and listen to music is bad. Quite the opposite. I think everyone should find things that they like to do for themselves so they can relax and rejuvinate, feel accomplished. I just don't think that doing so is a valid replacement for owning up to your mistakes properly and making the hard personality changes to start treating others better. This, the protagonist obtusely refuses to do.
Other than the last line, my issues with the book focus more on the story than the writting. Up until the complete change in personality of the husband, which is just not realistic at all, Hornby does an incredible job at describing the horror of a rotten marriage and the selfishness of someone who cannot see their contribution to the mire. Then the whole random mystic healing thing leads to the complete personality change, and suddenly the husband is not only no longer angry, but can not longer even recognize sarcasm or humor. That just wouldn't happen. It's a big pill to swallow. I suspended my disbelief to finish the story and see what Hornby has to say, but I think he could have gotten to the same place in the story without resorting to the outrageous and unbelievable. Eventually, it works itself out, but not completely. So the story is a bit tough to buy, but it can be done.
But that last line of the book is just a gargantuan puzzler. The entire book was clearly written, except the last line. Hornby suddenly, abruptly, uncharacteristically, violently jumps tracks into an affected symbolism that contrasts glaringly with the rest of the writting in the book. It's really quite ugly and ungainly. If I could only change one thing about the book, I would probably choose to change that last few words, even over the whole husband's personality change thing. I would change it to say, "...I wonder if I can keep it alive indefinitely." I figure that's what Hornby was trying to say anyway.
In fact, I think the most interesting thing about the book is how Hornby illustrats the protagonist's focus on herself and her constant rationalization of her poor choices. She teeters on the edge of actually taking responsibility for her mistakes, but never quite realizes that her choices are what lead her to unhappiness. Rather, she blames her husband for her choices. Instead of making the real life changes that would come from taking responsibility and trying to fix things a bit by being less selfish, she eventually decides that finding some time for herself to read and listen to music may enable her to limp along for the next fifteen years in moderately acute displeasure and unhappiness.
I'm not saying that taking time for yourself to read and listen to music is bad. Quite the opposite. I think everyone should find things that they like to do for themselves so they can relax and rejuvinate, feel accomplished. I just don't think that doing so is a valid replacement for owning up to your mistakes properly and making the hard personality changes to start treating others better. This, the protagonist obtusely refuses to do.
Other than the last line, my issues with the book focus more on the story than the writting. Up until the complete change in personality of the husband, which is just not realistic at all, Hornby does an incredible job at describing the horror of a rotten marriage and the selfishness of someone who cannot see their contribution to the mire. Then the whole random mystic healing thing leads to the complete personality change, and suddenly the husband is not only no longer angry, but can not longer even recognize sarcasm or humor. That just wouldn't happen. It's a big pill to swallow. I suspended my disbelief to finish the story and see what Hornby has to say, but I think he could have gotten to the same place in the story without resorting to the outrageous and unbelievable. Eventually, it works itself out, but not completely. So the story is a bit tough to buy, but it can be done.
But that last line of the book is just a gargantuan puzzler. The entire book was clearly written, except the last line. Hornby suddenly, abruptly, uncharacteristically, violently jumps tracks into an affected symbolism that contrasts glaringly with the rest of the writting in the book. It's really quite ugly and ungainly. If I could only change one thing about the book, I would probably choose to change that last few words, even over the whole husband's personality change thing. I would change it to say, "...I wonder if I can keep it alive indefinitely." I figure that's what Hornby was trying to say anyway.
March 31, 2018
A Nick Hornby book through and through -- whatever that means to you!
"A Long Way Down" is still my favorite. "About a Boy" is still my second favorite. And this book would bring up the back since I've only read three Hornby books. Even if it's lesser than these other two books, it still has that Hornby charm.
What is the Hornby charm? Take an interesting situation (an affair by a self-defined "good person"), add some eccentric details and characters (a faith healer named DJ FeelGood), frustrate your expectations and your desire for a clear-cut resolution to very human problems (divorce and finding happiness), but never go to a place that feels like all hope is lost.
Hornby will resolve your very human problems very problematically with loose ends and upset expectations...it's as frustrating as life, but never as frustrating as tragedy; at times uplifting, often funny...
So, what's the problem, if any? Well, just like a mainstream movie from a well-known director, you might get tired of the formula, you might read the next move a little too well, and -- if the book is easy to consume -- well, then you might be left wanting not just fiction, but genuine literature...
...and thus, my next read will be something more serious.
Moby Dick should do the trick!
"A Long Way Down" is still my favorite. "About a Boy" is still my second favorite. And this book would bring up the back since I've only read three Hornby books. Even if it's lesser than these other two books, it still has that Hornby charm.
What is the Hornby charm? Take an interesting situation (an affair by a self-defined "good person"), add some eccentric details and characters (a faith healer named DJ FeelGood), frustrate your expectations and your desire for a clear-cut resolution to very human problems (divorce and finding happiness), but never go to a place that feels like all hope is lost.
Hornby will resolve your very human problems very problematically with loose ends and upset expectations...it's as frustrating as life, but never as frustrating as tragedy; at times uplifting, often funny...
So, what's the problem, if any? Well, just like a mainstream movie from a well-known director, you might get tired of the formula, you might read the next move a little too well, and -- if the book is easy to consume -- well, then you might be left wanting not just fiction, but genuine literature...
...and thus, my next read will be something more serious.
Moby Dick should do the trick!
December 17, 2014
How to Be Good could have appropriately been titled Who Gives a Shit? or How to be Good for Nothing because that's what Nick Hornby is with his cheesy writing style and trite observations.
March 30, 2017
Ok it's called "How to be Good", so I will try to be good.
It's an interesting idea that doesn't go anywhere, and on that basis, it should have been written as a short story.
Here's why it didn't go anywhere. The characters are one dimensional, there are no backstories, nothing is done with this miraculous faith healer.
We don't get to find out why David is so broken and cynical, and we are only told in reported speech about his conversion. This is the crux of the book for fuck's sake. Someone undergoes a complete personality change, I think we need to see it.
Goodnews can perform miracles with his healing powers, so why isn't he already on the telly and in the tabloids? The premise that David and Goodness want to do good deeds would be easily covered by making Goodnews a billionaire, then they could give all that money away.
Ok, sorry, trying to be good. Hornby has tried something different and he is trying to write about a real couple having problems. So, props for that, but unfortunately, it's as boring as fuck.
Katie - the doctor / wife - is a saint to have put with David for as long as she has already, but when he starts talking bollocks and giving away the kid's computers , anyone would kick him out, but she doesn't, she tries to understand him. Oh really!
I can't be good any longer. This book is deathly dull.
I blame the author for being self-indulgent and writing it, but I also blame his editors, agent and publisher who all let this book go to print. Someone has to stand up and say, "Nick, this is really bad." But after three bestsellers, it seems no-one had the gumption to do it.
It's an interesting idea that doesn't go anywhere, and on that basis, it should have been written as a short story.
Here's why it didn't go anywhere. The characters are one dimensional, there are no backstories, nothing is done with this miraculous faith healer.
We don't get to find out why David is so broken and cynical, and we are only told in reported speech about his conversion. This is the crux of the book for fuck's sake. Someone undergoes a complete personality change, I think we need to see it.
Goodnews can perform miracles with his healing powers, so why isn't he already on the telly and in the tabloids? The premise that David and Goodness want to do good deeds would be easily covered by making Goodnews a billionaire, then they could give all that money away.
Ok, sorry, trying to be good. Hornby has tried something different and he is trying to write about a real couple having problems. So, props for that, but unfortunately, it's as boring as fuck.
Katie - the doctor / wife - is a saint to have put with David for as long as she has already, but when he starts talking bollocks and giving away the kid's computers , anyone would kick him out, but she doesn't, she tries to understand him. Oh really!
I can't be good any longer. This book is deathly dull.
I blame the author for being self-indulgent and writing it, but I also blame his editors, agent and publisher who all let this book go to print. Someone has to stand up and say, "Nick, this is really bad." But after three bestsellers, it seems no-one had the gumption to do it.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
April 5, 2018
I did enjoy some parts of this novel but others are quite inscrutable. I would try to read another book of Hornby, maybe High Fidelity or About A Boy, and let's see if he will persuade me to add him on my favorite authors.
October 9, 2022
Out of all the great Hornbys, it's my very fave, this one.
Probably because it's exactly what I spend most of my waking hours thinking about: what is "good" or perhaps, what is "correct"? What are the limits and limitations of morality and ethics (or altruism)? Is a "my family first" (or country or religion or whatever) attitude legit or egotistical in the extreme? How does one act appropriately in all situations?
There are no easy, or maybe even right, answers to any of that. Especially not in the self-referential, spiritually barren (but all to familiar) modern society Hornby holds a mirror up to through the characters of the Carr family.
And he gets in some really great scenes, too. Esp the one towards the end that takes place at a C of E Sunday service. Religion, or belief of any kind, being viewed as a public embarrassment and the only decent thing a vicar could do is apologise profusely and hide their face in shame for their job in today's England.
"Pfffftttt....God," sayeth the modern Englishman. 🙄😬
If you've ever wondered about the motivations of do-gooders or about those who profess themselves to be "good" but would rip a tenner out of the hands of a homeless person because "that's too much money...give 'em 50p or something" ...then this is certainly a novel that provides much food for thought. (And book clubs...lots to be had for book clubs here, too. )
Probably because it's exactly what I spend most of my waking hours thinking about: what is "good" or perhaps, what is "correct"? What are the limits and limitations of morality and ethics (or altruism)? Is a "my family first" (or country or religion or whatever) attitude legit or egotistical in the extreme? How does one act appropriately in all situations?
There are no easy, or maybe even right, answers to any of that. Especially not in the self-referential, spiritually barren (but all to familiar) modern society Hornby holds a mirror up to through the characters of the Carr family.
And he gets in some really great scenes, too. Esp the one towards the end that takes place at a C of E Sunday service. Religion, or belief of any kind, being viewed as a public embarrassment and the only decent thing a vicar could do is apologise profusely and hide their face in shame for their job in today's England.
"Pfffftttt....God," sayeth the modern Englishman. 🙄😬
If you've ever wondered about the motivations of do-gooders or about those who profess themselves to be "good" but would rip a tenner out of the hands of a homeless person because "that's too much money...give 'em 50p or something" ...then this is certainly a novel that provides much food for thought. (And book clubs...lots to be had for book clubs here, too. )
July 13, 2023
This book certainly divides fans, but I didn't mind it. As always Hornby's books are very readable and easy to get through.
Middle of the road, three stars.
Middle of the road, three stars.
July 1, 2025
Nick Hornby tackles suburbia, white liberalism, marriage, and life according to the Gospels in a secular world in his excellent book "How to Be Good".
While it's been a few years since I read this, the book resonated with me. I'm pretty sure, at the time, I was re-evaluating my status as a devout Christian, and the question of how to be good in a world that, occasionally, favored the bad was foremost on my mind.
When I read this I had just entered my 30s, and my 20s had been rough. I had spent a lot of my 20s getting drunk, going to strip clubs and raves, trying (unsuccessfully) to have one-night stands, and taking pleasure in pissing off friends and family. I was, not to put too fine a point on it, an asshole.
It was right around this time, too, that I reconnected with some friends who invited me to a Bible study. Unlike many Christians, these guys weren't judgmental, boorish, or arrogant about their Christianity. They were pretty open and honest about it, and they knew the kind of lifestyle I was leading. They didn't seem to care.
Long story short: I became a Christian. I've had my ups and downs since, but I've always tried to live by Christ's Golden Rule.
Hornby encapsulates a 21st-century philosophical and existential dilemma: How can we be good when so many things around us are tempting us to be bad?
While it's been a few years since I read this, the book resonated with me. I'm pretty sure, at the time, I was re-evaluating my status as a devout Christian, and the question of how to be good in a world that, occasionally, favored the bad was foremost on my mind.
When I read this I had just entered my 30s, and my 20s had been rough. I had spent a lot of my 20s getting drunk, going to strip clubs and raves, trying (unsuccessfully) to have one-night stands, and taking pleasure in pissing off friends and family. I was, not to put too fine a point on it, an asshole.
It was right around this time, too, that I reconnected with some friends who invited me to a Bible study. Unlike many Christians, these guys weren't judgmental, boorish, or arrogant about their Christianity. They were pretty open and honest about it, and they knew the kind of lifestyle I was leading. They didn't seem to care.
Long story short: I became a Christian. I've had my ups and downs since, but I've always tried to live by Christ's Golden Rule.
Hornby encapsulates a 21st-century philosophical and existential dilemma: How can we be good when so many things around us are tempting us to be bad?
August 29, 2008
Loved this book! I didn't think I would, actually, because it opens with the decaying of a marriage between two Brits with kids. The subject just doesn't grab me much, I mean, as escapist reading why would I want to read about an unhappy marriage? Before I knew it, though, I was sucked in by the marvelous writing and witty humor of Nick Hornby.
I had no idea where this book was going. There are so many unpredictable twists and turns and just when you think it couldn't get any crazier, it does. And it's lovely. Rather than give away any of that loveliness, the surprises and twists and delicious ridiculousness of it all, I will just say that while it starts out as a story about the failing of a marriage what it becomes is much deeper and personal and provoking and circular than you would otherwise imagine.
I realize that I'm being very vague, but you would be happier discovering the plot twists for yourself. You'll just have to trust me.
I had no idea where this book was going. There are so many unpredictable twists and turns and just when you think it couldn't get any crazier, it does. And it's lovely. Rather than give away any of that loveliness, the surprises and twists and delicious ridiculousness of it all, I will just say that while it starts out as a story about the failing of a marriage what it becomes is much deeper and personal and provoking and circular than you would otherwise imagine.
I realize that I'm being very vague, but you would be happier discovering the plot twists for yourself. You'll just have to trust me.
May 9, 2015
I seen this book on my sister's shelf and asked her about it and her replay was:"It's horrible, characters are so annoying I wanted to torture them".
So as Calvin said, that piqued my curiosity.Can it really be that bad?Turns out that it can be as I found no redeeming part.
So as Calvin said, that piqued my curiosity.Can it really be that bad?Turns out that it can be as I found no redeeming part.
February 9, 2017
Well, this book proves that I can hate a book solely because of the protagonist. I'm disappointed because this was my first time reading a book by Nick Hornby and I wasn't impressed with the book or the writing.
The plot focuses on a woman called Katie who is unhappy with her life. Then her husband goes through a radical change and becomes " really good". Its not a bad premise for a plot but there was nothing extraordinary or original about the book's execution. Katie is absolutely unbearable. She is a horrible mother, a crappy wife and a despicable person. All she does is judge people 24/7 and she also blames all her problems on other people. The most despicable thing she did was tell her 8 year old daughter (8 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!!!!) that they wouldn't be getting a divorce, if she was good. I hated listening to her inner monologue and the conversations she had with other people. She kept referring to herself as a "good person" but trust me, she wasn't.
The whole magical healing hands thing didn't appeal to me. I don't believe that someone can heal you with hot magical hands. David's personality change was insufferable. He went from being aggressive and annoying to preachy and annoying and I don't know which one I preferred because they were both intolerable. I disliked ALL of the characters (probably because of the way Katie described them). There was nothing good about this novel. It posed a good question: "how would you react if your husband (etc.) became 'too good'?" but I believe that Katie was the wrong type of wife to feature in this novel. The book was basically just Katie complaining and it was so depressing! The writing was meh, it didn't impress me. And I won't even get started about that horrible closing sentence!!!!!
The cover said the book was hilarious, sophisticated, compulsive, very funny, very clever, witty, brilliant and marvellous but it was none of these things. In fact, it was the opposite. I would not recommend this book to anyone and I won't be in a hurry to read another book by Nick Hornby.
The plot focuses on a woman called Katie who is unhappy with her life. Then her husband goes through a radical change and becomes " really good". Its not a bad premise for a plot but there was nothing extraordinary or original about the book's execution. Katie is absolutely unbearable. She is a horrible mother, a crappy wife and a despicable person. All she does is judge people 24/7 and she also blames all her problems on other people. The most despicable thing she did was tell her 8 year old daughter (8 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!!!!) that they wouldn't be getting a divorce, if she was good. I hated listening to her inner monologue and the conversations she had with other people. She kept referring to herself as a "good person" but trust me, she wasn't.
The whole magical healing hands thing didn't appeal to me. I don't believe that someone can heal you with hot magical hands. David's personality change was insufferable. He went from being aggressive and annoying to preachy and annoying and I don't know which one I preferred because they were both intolerable. I disliked ALL of the characters (probably because of the way Katie described them). There was nothing good about this novel. It posed a good question: "how would you react if your husband (etc.) became 'too good'?" but I believe that Katie was the wrong type of wife to feature in this novel. The book was basically just Katie complaining and it was so depressing! The writing was meh, it didn't impress me. And I won't even get started about that horrible closing sentence!!!!!
The cover said the book was hilarious, sophisticated, compulsive, very funny, very clever, witty, brilliant and marvellous but it was none of these things. In fact, it was the opposite. I would not recommend this book to anyone and I won't be in a hurry to read another book by Nick Hornby.
December 2, 2008
This book made me sad. It was really, really depressing. In fact, so much that it actually put me in a bad mood while I was reading it.
Don't get me wrong; there were flashes of humor, clever writing, and certainly it begs a lot of introspection. But it was a real downer. None of the hope of "About a Boy", and although I haven't read "High Fidelity", I've seen that movie, and I think that had hope too.
So here's what I started writing after the first section for BBC last Saturday:
I found this commentary so insightful that I was hooked from the bottom of the first page:
A sentence I wish I had written, and maybe one of the ones those cover blurbs was referring to, is "I can now see, for the first time, just how many worms a can holds, and why it's not a good idea to open one under any circumstances."
And then there's Katie's honesty, "My conversation with Molly has made it impossible for me not to think, even though not-thinking is currently my favorite mode of being." I totally get this -- when I'm upset, "not-thinking" is what I'd rather do any minute of the day. How is Hornby able to write a female character who thinks so similarly to the way I do?
And then there's this. Honestly? It's just one of many reasons why we didn't have kids.
Here's something I thought interesting, at the top of 221, when David and GoodNews are working on "reversal", and "GoodNews says excitedly, 'That's what we're doing! Building an ideal world in our own home!'
An ideal world in my own home ... I'm not yet sure why the prospect appalls me quite so much..."
I know why it bothers her so much! Because GoodNews is calling their home "ours"!
Last, I found this ... well, thought-provoking: When I look at my sins (and if I think they're sins, then they are sins), I can see the appeal of born-again Christianity. I suspect that it's not the Christianity that is so alluring; it's the rebirth. Because who wouldn't wish to start all over again?
In thinking through my final thoughts on this book, and my preference for hope in books, I would have been happy with the ending of this book if it had ended one sentence earlier. That is, I'd have removed the last sentence before publishing it.
Don't get me wrong; there were flashes of humor, clever writing, and certainly it begs a lot of introspection. But it was a real downer. None of the hope of "About a Boy", and although I haven't read "High Fidelity", I've seen that movie, and I think that had hope too.
So here's what I started writing after the first section for BBC last Saturday:
"How to be Good" isn't exactly a cheery book yet, is it, and frankly those in attendance were wondering if the notes on the cover ("Hilarious", "Such a zip to read", and "Breezily hilarious") were about this book or another. However, it also offered up quite a bit of fodder for discussion. For starters, we were very interested that it's a male author and this is from the female point of view, especially because of our knowledge of "High Fidelity" and "About a Boy". It's also interesting given the question she asks her son "do you think of me as the mummy or the daddy", and her perspective on being the primary breadwinner.
None of us got "GoodNews", or his place, nor his healing powers. We also discussed giving to charity, and her views about her position as a doctor.
I found this commentary so insightful that I was hooked from the bottom of the first page:
I can describe myself as the kind of person who doesn't forget names, for example, because I have remembered names thousands of times and forgotten them only once or twice. But for the majority of people, marriage-ending conversations happen only once, if at all. If you choose to conduct yours on a mobile phone, in a Leeds car park, then you cannot really claim that it is unrepresentative, in the same way that Lee Harvey Oswald couldn't really claim that shooting presidents wasn't like him at all. Sometimes we have to be judged by our one-offs. (emphasis mine)
A sentence I wish I had written, and maybe one of the ones those cover blurbs was referring to, is "I can now see, for the first time, just how many worms a can holds, and why it's not a good idea to open one under any circumstances."
And then there's Katie's honesty, "My conversation with Molly has made it impossible for me not to think, even though not-thinking is currently my favorite mode of being." I totally get this -- when I'm upset, "not-thinking" is what I'd rather do any minute of the day. How is Hornby able to write a female character who thinks so similarly to the way I do?
And then there's this. Honestly? It's just one of many reasons why we didn't have kids.
And the other thing I think is that I have failed my daughter. Eight years old, and she's sad ... I didn't want that. When she was born I was certain I could prevent it, and I have been unable to, and even though I see that the task I set myself was unrealistic and unachievable, it doesn't make any difference: I have still participated in the creation of yet another confused and fearful human being.
Here's something I thought interesting, at the top of 221, when David and GoodNews are working on "reversal", and "GoodNews says excitedly, 'That's what we're doing! Building an ideal world in our own home!'
An ideal world in my own home ... I'm not yet sure why the prospect appalls me quite so much..."
I know why it bothers her so much! Because GoodNews is calling their home "ours"!
Last, I found this ... well, thought-provoking: When I look at my sins (and if I think they're sins, then they are sins), I can see the appeal of born-again Christianity. I suspect that it's not the Christianity that is so alluring; it's the rebirth. Because who wouldn't wish to start all over again?
In thinking through my final thoughts on this book, and my preference for hope in books, I would have been happy with the ending of this book if it had ended one sentence earlier. That is, I'd have removed the last sentence before publishing it.
September 2, 2010
I really need to see the movie An Education. Nick Hornby was nominated for the Best Adapted Screenplay Oscar, and the critics thought he did a pretty fine job. I also heard that his YA novel, Slam was fine. I'd like to see Hornby doing a fine job because I've pretty much given up on him.
I loved Fever Pitch; it is part of my personal mythology (I am an Arsenal fan, and it is very nearly a bible to Gooners). I also loved High Fidelity: slacker, music loving greatness. But since that brace of excellence, Hornby has been on a poor run of form.
His lowest point, for me, is How to Be Good. I am not usually one to be too critical of derivative works, believing as I do that the bulk of writing is derivative of something, but what I can't stand is an author who derives material from himself. Everything he does here is something he's done better somewhere else.
He did the miserable bastard and music appreciation better in High Fidelity, where he also did relationships better. He did middle aged, male redemption better, though not much better, in About a Boy. And he wrote much, much better in Fever Pitch even if it was his first book.
For a man who loves to joke with plenty of bitterness that he'll never win the Booker Prize, he sure produces plenty of drivel (come to think of it, maybe he'll win the Booker Prize anyway. Drivel seems to work).
I'm probably not being fair, but I've really loved Hornby's work, and I want to love it again. It's sorta like being an Arsenal fan right now. I love Wenger and what he brought to the club, but another transfer window has past and we've still got Almunia in net and Wenger's talking up the same old crap: "youth," "belief," "patience."
Fuck all that. I want a trophy this season. And I want Nick Hornby to get back to "being good" himself, not just writing about some wanker and his experiment with the homeless.
I loved Fever Pitch; it is part of my personal mythology (I am an Arsenal fan, and it is very nearly a bible to Gooners). I also loved High Fidelity: slacker, music loving greatness. But since that brace of excellence, Hornby has been on a poor run of form.
His lowest point, for me, is How to Be Good. I am not usually one to be too critical of derivative works, believing as I do that the bulk of writing is derivative of something, but what I can't stand is an author who derives material from himself. Everything he does here is something he's done better somewhere else.
He did the miserable bastard and music appreciation better in High Fidelity, where he also did relationships better. He did middle aged, male redemption better, though not much better, in About a Boy. And he wrote much, much better in Fever Pitch even if it was his first book.
For a man who loves to joke with plenty of bitterness that he'll never win the Booker Prize, he sure produces plenty of drivel (come to think of it, maybe he'll win the Booker Prize anyway. Drivel seems to work).
I'm probably not being fair, but I've really loved Hornby's work, and I want to love it again. It's sorta like being an Arsenal fan right now. I love Wenger and what he brought to the club, but another transfer window has past and we've still got Almunia in net and Wenger's talking up the same old crap: "youth," "belief," "patience."
Fuck all that. I want a trophy this season. And I want Nick Hornby to get back to "being good" himself, not just writing about some wanker and his experiment with the homeless.
August 26, 2011
Really intimate first person novel about a woman whose husband suddenly stops being snarky and facetious and becomes really sincere and loving. Basically I completely sympathized with her feeling that this person, while arguably much NICER than her husband, was basically NOT her husband any more, and was also pretty annoying.
It's a great humorous approach to the same kind of material about morality that Jonathan Franzen explores in Freedom. Only, you know, funny and enjoyable rather than...Great American Novel. This is Hornby in a nutshell - he gets inside his characters heads, he creates wholly believable absurdity, and he gets under your skin while doing it.
I read this in a day. Here is how this day went: I was staying at my family's summer house with my mother and niece and nephews. I woke up late, came downstairs and made a cup of coffee. My mother had taken the whole gang to a pancake breakfast so I sat on the deck and sipped my coffee while working on a crossword puzzle. When my mother returned, she brought me pancakes and a copy of how to be good from the church bazaar. I declared that I saw no reason to leave my deck chair for the rest of the day. Eventually I did get up for the bathroom and a change of clothes (pajamas are rather hot on a summer day) but I essentially stuck to my pledge. Engaging in sloth while reading about how our human weakness makes us, well, human was a lovely way to spend a vacation day and I recommend it highly.
I suppose I could have liked this book more except I really wanted her to fall back in love with her husband and she just didn't. Things got better but...it was a little too real, I guess you could say. I can't fault the book for that, really, but I do favor an escapist book when I'm on vacation.
It's a great humorous approach to the same kind of material about morality that Jonathan Franzen explores in Freedom. Only, you know, funny and enjoyable rather than...Great American Novel. This is Hornby in a nutshell - he gets inside his characters heads, he creates wholly believable absurdity, and he gets under your skin while doing it.
I read this in a day. Here is how this day went: I was staying at my family's summer house with my mother and niece and nephews. I woke up late, came downstairs and made a cup of coffee. My mother had taken the whole gang to a pancake breakfast so I sat on the deck and sipped my coffee while working on a crossword puzzle. When my mother returned, she brought me pancakes and a copy of how to be good from the church bazaar. I declared that I saw no reason to leave my deck chair for the rest of the day. Eventually I did get up for the bathroom and a change of clothes (pajamas are rather hot on a summer day) but I essentially stuck to my pledge. Engaging in sloth while reading about how our human weakness makes us, well, human was a lovely way to spend a vacation day and I recommend it highly.
I suppose I could have liked this book more except I really wanted her to fall back in love with her husband and she just didn't. Things got better but...it was a little too real, I guess you could say. I can't fault the book for that, really, but I do favor an escapist book when I'm on vacation.
January 13, 2011
I loved this book, even though I hated the beginning and I didn't really like the ending either. At first I thought it was a book about nasty people, divorce and affairs, and I'm really tired of those themes. It turns out it was about much more.
I don't care that Hornby is a man writing from a female protagonist's POV, since he did it so well. I love humor about manners, morals and hypocrisy, and this is was what the book is about.
So many people found this book depressing, but I didn't. I found it realistic, human and honest. I read about it in "Stuff White People Like," and although the SWPL author may have been making fun of it, I really liked it. Maybe because I'm white, or guilt-ridden, or relate to the characters, but I liked it.
The ending doesn't wrap things up with a bow, but maybe the lesson is that people should start thinking about the small things in life, that lead to the big things, before it's all over. Who knows? I'm just trying to be good, like everyone else;)
I don't care that Hornby is a man writing from a female protagonist's POV, since he did it so well. I love humor about manners, morals and hypocrisy, and this is was what the book is about.
So many people found this book depressing, but I didn't. I found it realistic, human and honest. I read about it in "Stuff White People Like," and although the SWPL author may have been making fun of it, I really liked it. Maybe because I'm white, or guilt-ridden, or relate to the characters, but I liked it.
The ending doesn't wrap things up with a bow, but maybe the lesson is that people should start thinking about the small things in life, that lead to the big things, before it's all over. Who knows? I'm just trying to be good, like everyone else;)
December 19, 2010
This is the first Hornby book I have read and he did not disappoint. I found it fun and truly original. Katie, the main character, and her quirky, confused thoughts are very entertaining. It makes you realize how our minds can go crazy sometimes specially when put in odd circumstances.
This story is somewhat ridiculous but it also presents very serious issues on family and relationships. It speaks a lot about love and what it really means and gives importance to marriage and commitment. In a very humurous way, this book brings up the issue of charity and its evil side -- how doing good for other people can go wrong and cause hate instead of love.
I probably will not read this book again but it was definitely enjoyable and smart. I'm looking forward to reading more from Nick Hornby.
This story is somewhat ridiculous but it also presents very serious issues on family and relationships. It speaks a lot about love and what it really means and gives importance to marriage and commitment. In a very humurous way, this book brings up the issue of charity and its evil side -- how doing good for other people can go wrong and cause hate instead of love.
I probably will not read this book again but it was definitely enjoyable and smart. I'm looking forward to reading more from Nick Hornby.
April 4, 2007
Well-written, compelling, blah blah blah. I'm sick of books about affairs and divorce.
August 8, 2018
4.5 stars
“The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.”
This book is drastically different from Hornby’s other works. There is still dark humor, but family dilemma and midlife crisis hold the center of the plot. Honestly, this could be even my favorite book by Hornby because of the issues that it deals with. The author wants to tell us nothing is black and white and to be careful what we wish for, because its fulfillment won’t necessarily make us happy.
The protagonist is Katie, a 40ish medical practitioner, living with her constantly angry husband David and two kids in a London suburb. She’s unhappy with her marriage, and as a consequence is having an affair. The book starts off with her calling David to tell him she wants a divorce. He refuses to accept that, but Katie is just as confused about her own decision. The main plot deals with the question what to do when your spouse, suddenly goes from spouting poison everywhere to someone who wants to do nothing but good deeds – and irritates you even more than before because of that change. Our narrator remains on the sidelines with a lot of sarcastic comments and tries to undermine all of his good intentions.
The main characters are your normal everyday family. The book is clever and points out to all those little problems that liberals have to face. Of course, I felt provoked at times, since I am a set-in-stone liberal, but in a good way. The author asks the hard questions - what happens when you try to solve the problems in the way utopian societies do or what if you try to solve all the big problems but in a small way. Hornby, as always, has a great sense of humor and his writing seems effortless. This is perhaps he’s most realistic novel till date. While it starts out as a story about failing marriage, it becomes much deeper and personal with presenting some serious issues of family and relationships. It speaks a lot about love and how it develops (or gets smothered) by marriage and commitment. In a very humorous way, this book brings up the issue of charity and how doing good for other people can go wrong and cause tension, This is Hornby in a nutshell - he gets inside his characters’ heads, then creates a believable absurdity, and gets under your skin while doing it. I didn't like the ending though.
Katie realizes that she needs to be more careful about what she wishes for. Her lack of security with herself and confidence is the main source of her unhappiness. Throughout the book, she carries a lot of guilt and she doesn’t really look like someone who really wants to find a light at the end of the tunnel.
“I don't believe in Heaven or anything. But I want to be the kind of person that qualifies for entry anyway.”
She always wants a better future, but she’s never brave enough to make crucial steps.
“It is the act of reading itself that I miss, the opportunity to retreat further and further from the world until I have found some space, some air that isn't stale, that hasn't been breathed by my family a thousand times already.”
She feels trapped, not only inside her family, but also inside her own skin and has no idea how to solve her problems. While having no moral support, she has no one to turned to to talk about it and lonelines is pushing her even more into a shell. She has a lot of burden on her shoulders and fights the wish to run away, because she’s petrified of being alone.
“It was as if I were powerless to resist the temptation; my senses were overcome. I could hear the emptiness, and taste the silence, and smell the solitude, and I wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything before.”
One moment, she desires the mentioned solitude, but in the next moment, she almost has a panic attack and she’d rather stay in an unhappy marriage with an unhealthy atmosphere than to make a better home for her children and herself. It’s interesting to read about her frustration because the behavior of her children is worsened by the constant conflicts between her and her husband.
Katie and David have a horrible marriage. There is no respect, no affection, communication is getting worse day after day, and they can’t even talk for two minutes without dropping venom on each other. With constant passive aggression, I don’t know how they still manage to sleep in the same bed night after night. Habit is a bitch.
“So now what? What happens when words fail us?”
Even when they try really hard to be honest with each other, it turns into a depressing moment.
“I've developed contours for his elbows and knees and bum, and nobody else quite fits into me in quite the same way.”
Here, Katie describes their sex life. It’s the only thing that genuinely works in their marriage.
“The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.”
This book is drastically different from Hornby’s other works. There is still dark humor, but family dilemma and midlife crisis hold the center of the plot. Honestly, this could be even my favorite book by Hornby because of the issues that it deals with. The author wants to tell us nothing is black and white and to be careful what we wish for, because its fulfillment won’t necessarily make us happy.
The protagonist is Katie, a 40ish medical practitioner, living with her constantly angry husband David and two kids in a London suburb. She’s unhappy with her marriage, and as a consequence is having an affair. The book starts off with her calling David to tell him she wants a divorce. He refuses to accept that, but Katie is just as confused about her own decision. The main plot deals with the question what to do when your spouse, suddenly goes from spouting poison everywhere to someone who wants to do nothing but good deeds – and irritates you even more than before because of that change. Our narrator remains on the sidelines with a lot of sarcastic comments and tries to undermine all of his good intentions.
The main characters are your normal everyday family. The book is clever and points out to all those little problems that liberals have to face. Of course, I felt provoked at times, since I am a set-in-stone liberal, but in a good way. The author asks the hard questions - what happens when you try to solve the problems in the way utopian societies do or what if you try to solve all the big problems but in a small way. Hornby, as always, has a great sense of humor and his writing seems effortless. This is perhaps he’s most realistic novel till date. While it starts out as a story about failing marriage, it becomes much deeper and personal with presenting some serious issues of family and relationships. It speaks a lot about love and how it develops (or gets smothered) by marriage and commitment. In a very humorous way, this book brings up the issue of charity and how doing good for other people can go wrong and cause tension, This is Hornby in a nutshell - he gets inside his characters’ heads, then creates a believable absurdity, and gets under your skin while doing it. I didn't like the ending though.
Katie realizes that she needs to be more careful about what she wishes for. Her lack of security with herself and confidence is the main source of her unhappiness. Throughout the book, she carries a lot of guilt and she doesn’t really look like someone who really wants to find a light at the end of the tunnel.
“I don't believe in Heaven or anything. But I want to be the kind of person that qualifies for entry anyway.”
She always wants a better future, but she’s never brave enough to make crucial steps.
“It is the act of reading itself that I miss, the opportunity to retreat further and further from the world until I have found some space, some air that isn't stale, that hasn't been breathed by my family a thousand times already.”
She feels trapped, not only inside her family, but also inside her own skin and has no idea how to solve her problems. While having no moral support, she has no one to turned to to talk about it and lonelines is pushing her even more into a shell. She has a lot of burden on her shoulders and fights the wish to run away, because she’s petrified of being alone.
“It was as if I were powerless to resist the temptation; my senses were overcome. I could hear the emptiness, and taste the silence, and smell the solitude, and I wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything before.”
One moment, she desires the mentioned solitude, but in the next moment, she almost has a panic attack and she’d rather stay in an unhappy marriage with an unhealthy atmosphere than to make a better home for her children and herself. It’s interesting to read about her frustration because the behavior of her children is worsened by the constant conflicts between her and her husband.
Katie and David have a horrible marriage. There is no respect, no affection, communication is getting worse day after day, and they can’t even talk for two minutes without dropping venom on each other. With constant passive aggression, I don’t know how they still manage to sleep in the same bed night after night. Habit is a bitch.
“So now what? What happens when words fail us?”
Even when they try really hard to be honest with each other, it turns into a depressing moment.
“I've developed contours for his elbows and knees and bum, and nobody else quite fits into me in quite the same way.”
Here, Katie describes their sex life. It’s the only thing that genuinely works in their marriage.
March 22, 2011
Als ich den Klappentext zuerst las, dachte ich an einen Frauenroman, von einem Mann geschrieben, aber diese Geschichte ist wirklich "completely different" und sehr amüsant für eine Zynikerin wie mich.
Die Ärztin Katie ist mit einem wütenden, unglücklichen, zynischen, rhetorisch sehr talentierten Misanthropen verheiratet, der seine Familie mit verbalen Abwertungen, Beschimpfungen und Geringschätzung terrorisiert. Nachdem sie den Wunsch zur Scheidung äußert, der völlig ignoriert wird, trifft ihr Mann einen Guru, der ihn völlig umdreht. Aus dem Zyniker wird auf Knopfdruck ein genauso verbissener, brilliant argumentierender widerlich glücklicher Gutmensch mit Sendungsbewußtsein, dem ich persönlich auf jeder einzelnen Seite des Buches ein Messer in den Rücken rammen könnte.
Die Auswirkungen auf die zwangsmissionierte Ehefrau, Kinder und natürlich auch auf die ganzen Streuner, die aufgenommen werden, sind derartig köstlich und regen auch zum Nachdenken über unser Weltbild an. Die Frage, wie man wirklich "Gut" ist, stellt sich da schon und auch der "gute" Zweck mancher hedonistischen Eigenschaft, die wir mehr oder wengier rücksichtslos ausleben. Ich sehe dieses Buch auf jeden Fall so, dass man manches schlechte Gewissen in Pension schicken sollte, alleine um der eigenen geistigen Gesundheit wegen.
Den Stern Abzug gebe ich mit Bedauern für den Schluss, der gar keiner ist, weil alles so dahinplätschert und der sich nicht wirklich traut, eine Tendenz oder Aussage zu treffen. "How to be good" wird letztendlich totgeschwiegen und begraben. Aber so ist das wirkliche Leben - in Büchern bzw. Fiktion wähle ich jedoch lieber den unrealistischen Showdown mit einem eindeutigen Gewinner in diesem Krieg.
Die Ärztin Katie ist mit einem wütenden, unglücklichen, zynischen, rhetorisch sehr talentierten Misanthropen verheiratet, der seine Familie mit verbalen Abwertungen, Beschimpfungen und Geringschätzung terrorisiert. Nachdem sie den Wunsch zur Scheidung äußert, der völlig ignoriert wird, trifft ihr Mann einen Guru, der ihn völlig umdreht. Aus dem Zyniker wird auf Knopfdruck ein genauso verbissener, brilliant argumentierender widerlich glücklicher Gutmensch mit Sendungsbewußtsein, dem ich persönlich auf jeder einzelnen Seite des Buches ein Messer in den Rücken rammen könnte.
Die Auswirkungen auf die zwangsmissionierte Ehefrau, Kinder und natürlich auch auf die ganzen Streuner, die aufgenommen werden, sind derartig köstlich und regen auch zum Nachdenken über unser Weltbild an. Die Frage, wie man wirklich "Gut" ist, stellt sich da schon und auch der "gute" Zweck mancher hedonistischen Eigenschaft, die wir mehr oder wengier rücksichtslos ausleben. Ich sehe dieses Buch auf jeden Fall so, dass man manches schlechte Gewissen in Pension schicken sollte, alleine um der eigenen geistigen Gesundheit wegen.
Den Stern Abzug gebe ich mit Bedauern für den Schluss, der gar keiner ist, weil alles so dahinplätschert und der sich nicht wirklich traut, eine Tendenz oder Aussage zu treffen. "How to be good" wird letztendlich totgeschwiegen und begraben. Aber so ist das wirkliche Leben - in Büchern bzw. Fiktion wähle ich jedoch lieber den unrealistischen Showdown mit einem eindeutigen Gewinner in diesem Krieg.
October 25, 2008
Mi primer Hornby ¡Hurra! Gracias Kitty, gracias Núria excelente recomendación. Ya tengo 31 Canciones en la repisa.
¿Por dónde comenzar?
Será por mi absoluta identificación con el mundo reflexivo de la Doctora Katie Carr.
En su mente, es decir donde sucede toda la novela, soy ella. No en sus acciones y decisiones, y definitivamente no soy ella en el rumbo que toma su vida ni en su destino final, yo de la primera página en adelante hubiese derrotado por caminos bien distintos.
Pero a donde quiera que vaya, suceda lo que suceda en el mundo exterior y con los demás –cambien milagrosamente o no– yo como Katie seguiría atrapada en mi mente, en mi autocomplacencia, en mi autocrítica, en la eterna reflexión, en la duda, en la insaciable búsqueda de reafirmación, en el escepticismo, en el miramiento del eterno “y si…”, en la necesidad de cumplir con estándares pero escapando a los clichés, en la manía de adelantarme hacia la idealización, en saltarme por completo la realidad presente y esa necesidad de ser más: más aceptada, más correcta, más feliz, más perfecta, más buena y esa irreducible sensación de que por más que lo intento algo no encaja, algo no está bien
“Porque la gente como yo siempre está pensando que está equivocada; casi siempre está segura de que va a ir al infierno, por mucho que en grandísima medida sus pensamientos de vigilia vayan encaminados a la consecución de lo contrario”.
Como ella, yo me estrello contra la terrible ironía que nace de tanto fermentar ponderaciones, juicios, opciones, pensamientos y decisiones porque
“A veces hemos de ser juzgados por nuestros actos únicos.”
Como comentó Núria “tiene muchas capas” esta novela.
Crisis de la mediana edad “En cierto modo he perdido el norte y eso me asusta.”; complicaciones de existenciales sobre la vida matrimonial “…como si dormir en la misma cama fuera lo único que importa en el hecho de estar casados.”; sobre la vida familiar “Los rituales familiares se asemejan a esas flores del desierto increíblemente resistentes, capaces de florecer en los terrenos más inhóspitos.”; sobre la comunicación en pareja “El cinismo es nuestro lenguaje común compartido.”
Todo comienza como una anécdota más bien gastada sobre la vida en el matrimonio y sus momentos menos amables.
A pesar de esa simpleza es tratado con gusto de escalpelo … “…de súbito me asaltó la nauseabunda sensación de lo bien que conocía ese silencio, su forma y su tacto y todos sus mordaces recovecos.”
El tacto del silencio.
Que lance la primera piedra quien no conoce el tacto del silencio en pareja. ¡Que profundamente dolorosa y literal es esa metáfora!
Para entonces creí que me encontraba ante un largo pesado y doloroso drama. Y lo es. Sólo que se pone tan absurdamente divertido y es delicioso.
Poco a poco la historia comienza a adquirir matices de globalización de cierto modo toda la novela es una tremenda cachetada. ¿A qué?
Hornby responde en una entrevista: "Si tuviera que resumirla de esa manera (y no es que quiera hacerlo) diría que muestra el reconocimiento liberal de las contradicciones del liberalismo."
Yo lo reduciría a semántica.
Ser buenos y tener una buena vida no significan lo mismo, y querer que ambas cosas coexistan en la praxis definitivamente producirá una antinomia moral en la psique.
En castellano, por ejemplo, no puedes pretender que tener aire a acondicionado es bueno para el planeta. Y así mil millones de ejemplos de cómo lo que queremos tiene un alto precio social.
Ser buenos no garantiza una buena vida y para tener una buena vida no es necesario ser buenos (eso es muy evidente, si no pregúntenle a los narcos dueños de la mansión en Desierto de los Leones en México que tenían hasta tigres albinos, dos panteras, un león.. etc etc etc)
Es una crítica a querer demasiado supongo o una crítica al no saber lo que quieres, a la ambigüedad de pretenciosas expectativas.
O te dedicas a ser bueno según algún manual y pagas el precio de ello, o te dedicas a tener una buena vida y pagas el precio de ello.
Pero ambas cosas en sentido absoluto como que es mucha soberbia pretenderlo. Y una imbecilidad creer que no tiene precio.
Y hasta perece que lanzara yo un sermón.
Pero es que creo que ese es conflicto nuclear de la novela. Queremos tanto, tanto, tanto así que somos obscenos.
Queremos casa, una pareja romántica sexy dulce colaboradora comprometida que nos entienda que vaya en nuestra dirección, queremos hijos modelos bellos inteligentes sociales sanos, queremos un trabajo bien remunerado reconocido con categoría y para colmo queremos ser buenos.
Queremos que cesen las guerras, queremos que los ancianos sean amados, queremos justicia en el mundo, el fin de la violencia, erradicar el hambre, que no hayan más locos, enfermos vagabundos ni niños ni mascotas abandonados en la calle.
Queremos eso. ¿Quién no? ¿Quién quiere lo contrario?
Lo queremos desde la comodidad de una buena vida, en el centro de una buena sala, frente a una buena comida ante un buen televisor al lado de una buena pareja. (Yo quiero eso)
O por lo menos, mínimo, que todo eso del hambre la enfermedad la guerra y la locura estén bien lejos de mi calle de enfrente.
Y además, no queremos ser hipócritas. Hablo de mi y de las y los Katie del mundo.
No queremos reconocer que queremos eso y la buena casa. Y que, que broma no?, la buena casa no es compatible con indigentes en la puerta a los cuales darles una ayuda.
Supongo que es una critica la vida fatua y pretenciosa del “suburbio”. Critica nuestras expectativas y el formato según tomamos las decisiones de nuestra vida.
Yo decidí no intentar ni en lo más mínimo ser buena genéricamente hablando. Prefiero encontrar ser buena en algo y ser feliz con ello.
Y si eso choca moralmente con ciertas tristes realidades del mundo, pues qué se le hará? tocará dejarme meter en el gueto de los cínicos.
Porque los seres humanos disque civilizados no podemos andarnos sin etiquetar y clasificarlo todo, sin separar lo bueno de lo malo, ¿será porque no podemos conciliar nuestras contradicciones, nuestras expectativas de vida privada con nuestras expectativas de vida colectiva?
Al fin y al cabo, también quiero que los demás sean felices… pero que trabajen y se esfuercen por ello. Que ellos (todos, los demás, incluyendo a mi pareja) sean buenos para algo y encuentren su felicidad allí.
¿Pero para qué tanto moralismo y evaluación si lo que me parece más importante de la novela es otra cosa?
Es ser Katie Carr y escucharme/leerme/darme cuenta de que
“Es el acto mismo de leer lo que echo en falta, la oportunidad de apartarme más y más del mundo hasta hallar por fin un poco de espacio, un poco de aire no viciado, un aire que no haya sido respirado ya un millar de veces por mi familia.”… “Y no es sólo la lectura sino el hecho de escuchar, de escuchar algo distinto a los programas de televisión de mis hijos y la cantinela pía de mi marido y la cháchara la cháchara la cháchara del interior de mi cabeza…”
Porque al leer ya no estoy atrapada ni en mi mente ni en el mundo ni en las dicotomías entre lo bueno y lo malo.
Leyendo ya no hay autocomplacencia, autocrítica, reflexión, duda, búsqueda de reafirmación, escepticismo, necesidad de cumplir con estándares, escapar a los clichés, manía de adelantarme hacia la idealización… etc, etc, etc.
Leyendo no me siento perdida pero si soy absolutamente inubicable.
Al final la novela me dejó tan profundamente deprimida, me tomó un par de días si quiera comentar lo triste que quedé.
Katie… pobrecita ¡Qué bueno que no soy ella!
Hornby dice: "Creo que la gente se ha fijado en dilemas morales que no era mi intención plantear; el libro acaba con una imagen desoladora de la vida familiar, y sin embargo uno o dos críticas que me he permitido leer sugieren que el libro acaba con Katie redescubriendo la cultura, como si el libro tuviera un final reconfortante. No lo tiene."
La disfruté infinitamente porque me agarró como una buena obra de teatro de esas que producen catarsis, que desatan reacciones internas y en algo, por mísero que sea, te toca y te cambia.
¿Por dónde comenzar?
Será por mi absoluta identificación con el mundo reflexivo de la Doctora Katie Carr.
En su mente, es decir donde sucede toda la novela, soy ella. No en sus acciones y decisiones, y definitivamente no soy ella en el rumbo que toma su vida ni en su destino final, yo de la primera página en adelante hubiese derrotado por caminos bien distintos.
Pero a donde quiera que vaya, suceda lo que suceda en el mundo exterior y con los demás –cambien milagrosamente o no– yo como Katie seguiría atrapada en mi mente, en mi autocomplacencia, en mi autocrítica, en la eterna reflexión, en la duda, en la insaciable búsqueda de reafirmación, en el escepticismo, en el miramiento del eterno “y si…”, en la necesidad de cumplir con estándares pero escapando a los clichés, en la manía de adelantarme hacia la idealización, en saltarme por completo la realidad presente y esa necesidad de ser más: más aceptada, más correcta, más feliz, más perfecta, más buena y esa irreducible sensación de que por más que lo intento algo no encaja, algo no está bien
“Porque la gente como yo siempre está pensando que está equivocada; casi siempre está segura de que va a ir al infierno, por mucho que en grandísima medida sus pensamientos de vigilia vayan encaminados a la consecución de lo contrario”.
Como ella, yo me estrello contra la terrible ironía que nace de tanto fermentar ponderaciones, juicios, opciones, pensamientos y decisiones porque
“A veces hemos de ser juzgados por nuestros actos únicos.”
Como comentó Núria “tiene muchas capas” esta novela.
Crisis de la mediana edad “En cierto modo he perdido el norte y eso me asusta.”; complicaciones de existenciales sobre la vida matrimonial “…como si dormir en la misma cama fuera lo único que importa en el hecho de estar casados.”; sobre la vida familiar “Los rituales familiares se asemejan a esas flores del desierto increíblemente resistentes, capaces de florecer en los terrenos más inhóspitos.”; sobre la comunicación en pareja “El cinismo es nuestro lenguaje común compartido.”
Todo comienza como una anécdota más bien gastada sobre la vida en el matrimonio y sus momentos menos amables.
A pesar de esa simpleza es tratado con gusto de escalpelo … “…de súbito me asaltó la nauseabunda sensación de lo bien que conocía ese silencio, su forma y su tacto y todos sus mordaces recovecos.”
El tacto del silencio.
Que lance la primera piedra quien no conoce el tacto del silencio en pareja. ¡Que profundamente dolorosa y literal es esa metáfora!
Para entonces creí que me encontraba ante un largo pesado y doloroso drama. Y lo es. Sólo que se pone tan absurdamente divertido y es delicioso.
Poco a poco la historia comienza a adquirir matices de globalización de cierto modo toda la novela es una tremenda cachetada. ¿A qué?
Hornby responde en una entrevista: "Si tuviera que resumirla de esa manera (y no es que quiera hacerlo) diría que muestra el reconocimiento liberal de las contradicciones del liberalismo."
Yo lo reduciría a semántica.
Ser buenos y tener una buena vida no significan lo mismo, y querer que ambas cosas coexistan en la praxis definitivamente producirá una antinomia moral en la psique.
En castellano, por ejemplo, no puedes pretender que tener aire a acondicionado es bueno para el planeta. Y así mil millones de ejemplos de cómo lo que queremos tiene un alto precio social.
Ser buenos no garantiza una buena vida y para tener una buena vida no es necesario ser buenos (eso es muy evidente, si no pregúntenle a los narcos dueños de la mansión en Desierto de los Leones en México que tenían hasta tigres albinos, dos panteras, un león.. etc etc etc)
Es una crítica a querer demasiado supongo o una crítica al no saber lo que quieres, a la ambigüedad de pretenciosas expectativas.
O te dedicas a ser bueno según algún manual y pagas el precio de ello, o te dedicas a tener una buena vida y pagas el precio de ello.
Pero ambas cosas en sentido absoluto como que es mucha soberbia pretenderlo. Y una imbecilidad creer que no tiene precio.
Y hasta perece que lanzara yo un sermón.
Pero es que creo que ese es conflicto nuclear de la novela. Queremos tanto, tanto, tanto así que somos obscenos.
Queremos casa, una pareja romántica sexy dulce colaboradora comprometida que nos entienda que vaya en nuestra dirección, queremos hijos modelos bellos inteligentes sociales sanos, queremos un trabajo bien remunerado reconocido con categoría y para colmo queremos ser buenos.
Queremos que cesen las guerras, queremos que los ancianos sean amados, queremos justicia en el mundo, el fin de la violencia, erradicar el hambre, que no hayan más locos, enfermos vagabundos ni niños ni mascotas abandonados en la calle.
Queremos eso. ¿Quién no? ¿Quién quiere lo contrario?
Lo queremos desde la comodidad de una buena vida, en el centro de una buena sala, frente a una buena comida ante un buen televisor al lado de una buena pareja. (Yo quiero eso)
O por lo menos, mínimo, que todo eso del hambre la enfermedad la guerra y la locura estén bien lejos de mi calle de enfrente.
Y además, no queremos ser hipócritas. Hablo de mi y de las y los Katie del mundo.
No queremos reconocer que queremos eso y la buena casa. Y que, que broma no?, la buena casa no es compatible con indigentes en la puerta a los cuales darles una ayuda.
Supongo que es una critica la vida fatua y pretenciosa del “suburbio”. Critica nuestras expectativas y el formato según tomamos las decisiones de nuestra vida.
Yo decidí no intentar ni en lo más mínimo ser buena genéricamente hablando. Prefiero encontrar ser buena en algo y ser feliz con ello.
Y si eso choca moralmente con ciertas tristes realidades del mundo, pues qué se le hará? tocará dejarme meter en el gueto de los cínicos.
Porque los seres humanos disque civilizados no podemos andarnos sin etiquetar y clasificarlo todo, sin separar lo bueno de lo malo, ¿será porque no podemos conciliar nuestras contradicciones, nuestras expectativas de vida privada con nuestras expectativas de vida colectiva?
Al fin y al cabo, también quiero que los demás sean felices… pero que trabajen y se esfuercen por ello. Que ellos (todos, los demás, incluyendo a mi pareja) sean buenos para algo y encuentren su felicidad allí.
¿Pero para qué tanto moralismo y evaluación si lo que me parece más importante de la novela es otra cosa?
Es ser Katie Carr y escucharme/leerme/darme cuenta de que
“Es el acto mismo de leer lo que echo en falta, la oportunidad de apartarme más y más del mundo hasta hallar por fin un poco de espacio, un poco de aire no viciado, un aire que no haya sido respirado ya un millar de veces por mi familia.”… “Y no es sólo la lectura sino el hecho de escuchar, de escuchar algo distinto a los programas de televisión de mis hijos y la cantinela pía de mi marido y la cháchara la cháchara la cháchara del interior de mi cabeza…”
Porque al leer ya no estoy atrapada ni en mi mente ni en el mundo ni en las dicotomías entre lo bueno y lo malo.
Leyendo ya no hay autocomplacencia, autocrítica, reflexión, duda, búsqueda de reafirmación, escepticismo, necesidad de cumplir con estándares, escapar a los clichés, manía de adelantarme hacia la idealización… etc, etc, etc.
Leyendo no me siento perdida pero si soy absolutamente inubicable.
Al final la novela me dejó tan profundamente deprimida, me tomó un par de días si quiera comentar lo triste que quedé.
Katie… pobrecita ¡Qué bueno que no soy ella!
Hornby dice: "Creo que la gente se ha fijado en dilemas morales que no era mi intención plantear; el libro acaba con una imagen desoladora de la vida familiar, y sin embargo uno o dos críticas que me he permitido leer sugieren que el libro acaba con Katie redescubriendo la cultura, como si el libro tuviera un final reconfortante. No lo tiene."
La disfruté infinitamente porque me agarró como una buena obra de teatro de esas que producen catarsis, que desatan reacciones internas y en algo, por mísero que sea, te toca y te cambia.
December 21, 2021
Hornby's best novel, imo.
December 12, 2024
Protagonist Katie Carr became a doctor to “do some good in the world,” and she sees herself as a good person. However, she is unhappy in her marriage and is frustrated that she cannot help some of her patients. Her husband, David, writes an “angry man” column and she feels he treats her with apathy and even contempt. They have two school-age children. She tells David she wants a divorce. Then something unexpected happens. After visiting a healer who has taken the name GoodNews, David seems to become a new person. He is now on a mission to make the world a better place, such as getting his neighbors to take in homeless children, handing out his (and his wife’s) money to the poor, and giving away his children’s toys.
It is narrated by Katie and filled with sarcastic humor. When her husband changes, it forces Katie to examine what it means to be good, especially given that she feels uncomfortable with his actions, which, of course, fall into the category of “good acts.” It invites the reader to consider what it means to be a good person. I found this book engrossing and read it in one sitting. My only disappointment is the ending. This is my first book by Nick Hornby, but it won’t be my last.
It is narrated by Katie and filled with sarcastic humor. When her husband changes, it forces Katie to examine what it means to be good, especially given that she feels uncomfortable with his actions, which, of course, fall into the category of “good acts.” It invites the reader to consider what it means to be a good person. I found this book engrossing and read it in one sitting. My only disappointment is the ending. This is my first book by Nick Hornby, but it won’t be my last.
February 3, 2010
How to be Good by Nick Hornby
I picked up this book as part of my “I am going to read people who aren't dead” series. I can see Hornby's appeal. He is a good writer. And if I were the kind of kid who was to wear really tight black jeans, over-sized white tee-shirts, and knit caps with brims and spend my time riding my one gear bike through the mission looking for cheap Mexican food, Hornby would be my man. He epitomizes “Gen Y” (God I love those “Gen” labels). If you are apathetic, directionless, like to analyze your emotions until they are beaten to ground, and struggling with the fact that secular humanism means death (and therefore to a certain degree life) are pointless, then this is a book for you. It is about some upper middle class British wankers. They are horrible. He is a columnist who is the “angriest man in London” and she is a doctor who cheats on him. For the first third of the book they treat each other and their kids like shit (by page 100 I almost gave up on the book in disgust). Then the husband literally meets the GoodNews (a “Gen-whatever-is-after-Y) kid who has Jesus like healing hands. Through GoodNews the husband has a spiritual conversion. The story is the first person account of the wife's affair and then reaction to her husband's conversion and finally her own “realistic” version of the same conversion. Like I said, Hornby isn't a bad writer and there are certain truths of his criticism of secular humanism and the boredom that is everyday life. That's what kept me reading. And the husband is an interesting character. For example, he and GoodNews figure that on their rich ass street that there are at least a dozen houses with spare bedrooms that just aren't being used. After figuring that out, they plot to fill each of those bedrooms with a homeless kid (their plot to be good). The book does a good job of making this successful for some kids and a total failure for others. In addition, I can't argue with the characters. It's a good idea and there is really nothing keeping people from doing something like that other than themselves. The wife/narrator becomes the voice of “reason.” She argues that they need their houses and consumer goods to take care of themselves first—they must conqueror their boredom and the difficulty that is life in general. Like I said very Gen-Y. My biggest criticism of the book and the reason it gets two rather than three stars is that the narrator doesn't sound like an authentic woman. I paraphrase and exaggerate but at one point she winds up summing up her life something like this: “God, all I need out of life is a big dick, a doughnut, the ability to evacuate my bowels, and bunch of video games to keep me occupied.” I can see a woman feeling and saying this, but I couldn't imagine a married woman with kids summing up her entire existence as such. That's the sense the narrator espouses and I feel it to be a very masculine mid-life crisis sentiment rather than a feminine. Its my sense of the character and I feel it lacks authenticity. In sum, Hornby is a good writer and this is a book with interesting points. And at the same time his spiritualism is idiotic and his narrator is lacking. I can image another book and topic, such High Fidelity, being executed much better. I could say I admire his bravery to write a woman and take on a social topic, but I don't really. He winds up embodying the very things he is critiquing. (I know it's a bit harsh of a review, but that's the blow back you get for preaching at me poorly.)
I picked up this book as part of my “I am going to read people who aren't dead” series. I can see Hornby's appeal. He is a good writer. And if I were the kind of kid who was to wear really tight black jeans, over-sized white tee-shirts, and knit caps with brims and spend my time riding my one gear bike through the mission looking for cheap Mexican food, Hornby would be my man. He epitomizes “Gen Y” (God I love those “Gen” labels). If you are apathetic, directionless, like to analyze your emotions until they are beaten to ground, and struggling with the fact that secular humanism means death (and therefore to a certain degree life) are pointless, then this is a book for you. It is about some upper middle class British wankers. They are horrible. He is a columnist who is the “angriest man in London” and she is a doctor who cheats on him. For the first third of the book they treat each other and their kids like shit (by page 100 I almost gave up on the book in disgust). Then the husband literally meets the GoodNews (a “Gen-whatever-is-after-Y) kid who has Jesus like healing hands. Through GoodNews the husband has a spiritual conversion. The story is the first person account of the wife's affair and then reaction to her husband's conversion and finally her own “realistic” version of the same conversion. Like I said, Hornby isn't a bad writer and there are certain truths of his criticism of secular humanism and the boredom that is everyday life. That's what kept me reading. And the husband is an interesting character. For example, he and GoodNews figure that on their rich ass street that there are at least a dozen houses with spare bedrooms that just aren't being used. After figuring that out, they plot to fill each of those bedrooms with a homeless kid (their plot to be good). The book does a good job of making this successful for some kids and a total failure for others. In addition, I can't argue with the characters. It's a good idea and there is really nothing keeping people from doing something like that other than themselves. The wife/narrator becomes the voice of “reason.” She argues that they need their houses and consumer goods to take care of themselves first—they must conqueror their boredom and the difficulty that is life in general. Like I said very Gen-Y. My biggest criticism of the book and the reason it gets two rather than three stars is that the narrator doesn't sound like an authentic woman. I paraphrase and exaggerate but at one point she winds up summing up her life something like this: “God, all I need out of life is a big dick, a doughnut, the ability to evacuate my bowels, and bunch of video games to keep me occupied.” I can see a woman feeling and saying this, but I couldn't imagine a married woman with kids summing up her entire existence as such. That's the sense the narrator espouses and I feel it to be a very masculine mid-life crisis sentiment rather than a feminine. Its my sense of the character and I feel it lacks authenticity. In sum, Hornby is a good writer and this is a book with interesting points. And at the same time his spiritualism is idiotic and his narrator is lacking. I can image another book and topic, such High Fidelity, being executed much better. I could say I admire his bravery to write a woman and take on a social topic, but I don't really. He winds up embodying the very things he is critiquing. (I know it's a bit harsh of a review, but that's the blow back you get for preaching at me poorly.)
December 8, 2013
Okay, I can probably guess why this book is considered one of Nick Hornby's lesser works by fans of the author & yet it found a place on the Man Booker Prize longlist. Speaking for myself, I pick up a Hornby novel primarily for the laughs. Besides that, he gives you those warm, fuzzy moments & some observations about humankind in general that are worth their weight in gold. But do I go in expecting endless self-introspection & whining? Not really.
The protagonist of 'How To Be Good' is Katie Carr, a medical practitioner living with her husband David & her two kids in a London suburb. She is unhappy with her marriage, she is having an affair & has just called David to tell him that she wants a divorce. David refuses to accept that, but Katie is just as confused about her own decision. She thinks she's a good person & so she believes her husband should be one too instead of being the angriest, cynical & most sarcastic man in Holloway. Then one day, David meets faith healer DJ GoodNews who cures his bad back and out of the blue, David becomes a good person - one who cares about his wife, his children & everything that's wrong with the world out there, with GoodNews as mentor. And then Katie realises that one needs to be careful about what one wishes for - after all, charity begins at home...
Talking about what I liked about this book, the men win the arguments here. Okay okay, I'm not being anti-feminist here but one gotta see the funny side of it. The plot is inconsistent in its pace, sometimes gliding along while at times just not going anywhere, which brings me to the excessive self-introspection bit I wrote about earlier. It seems like Hornby is trying too hard to be different, after having written two books that are essentially coming-of-age stories. Hornby has this gift of creating impossible situations & then effortlessly finding his way out of it, but it seems he dwells upon these situations longer than necessary, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.
Still, there is no dearth of genuine laughs in this book nor is there anything lacking in terms of characterisation. This is perhaps Hornby's most realistic novel till date, for one can recognise a bit of oneself & people they know in each of the characters one encounters.
So that's 3 stars for 'How To Be Good' by Nick Hornby. It certainly isn't one of Hornby's best, but it's just good enough to merit a read.
The protagonist of 'How To Be Good' is Katie Carr, a medical practitioner living with her husband David & her two kids in a London suburb. She is unhappy with her marriage, she is having an affair & has just called David to tell him that she wants a divorce. David refuses to accept that, but Katie is just as confused about her own decision. She thinks she's a good person & so she believes her husband should be one too instead of being the angriest, cynical & most sarcastic man in Holloway. Then one day, David meets faith healer DJ GoodNews who cures his bad back and out of the blue, David becomes a good person - one who cares about his wife, his children & everything that's wrong with the world out there, with GoodNews as mentor. And then Katie realises that one needs to be careful about what one wishes for - after all, charity begins at home...
Talking about what I liked about this book, the men win the arguments here. Okay okay, I'm not being anti-feminist here but one gotta see the funny side of it. The plot is inconsistent in its pace, sometimes gliding along while at times just not going anywhere, which brings me to the excessive self-introspection bit I wrote about earlier. It seems like Hornby is trying too hard to be different, after having written two books that are essentially coming-of-age stories. Hornby has this gift of creating impossible situations & then effortlessly finding his way out of it, but it seems he dwells upon these situations longer than necessary, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.
Still, there is no dearth of genuine laughs in this book nor is there anything lacking in terms of characterisation. This is perhaps Hornby's most realistic novel till date, for one can recognise a bit of oneself & people they know in each of the characters one encounters.
So that's 3 stars for 'How To Be Good' by Nick Hornby. It certainly isn't one of Hornby's best, but it's just good enough to merit a read.
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